"You're not much older than I," Asabel said. "Though I appreciate your sweetness, and your evident concern for me, we cannot have you butting heads with Oliver every time you meet. You speak of youth and burdens, but he is the youngest of all three of us."
"He doesn't bear the weight of a fledgling Kingdom, though, my Lady," Lancelot said. "Strong though he may be – and I acknowledge such strength. I admit such a thing now, when I was unable to in the weeks before. Yes, it is unnatural to go as far as he has in matters of the sword at such a young age, but it is one thing to take lives and another thing to be responsible for them."
"I'd agree with Lancelot on this one, Princess," Oliver said with a faltering smile. "I can't say I envy your position. You'll be the ruler of thousands now, won't you?"
"Tens of thousands," Lancelot corrected. "And when she fully inherits, it will be hundreds of thousands."
